Post by Johnny Scumm on May 26, 2011 12:34:48 GMT -5
Johnny Scumm, along with Triton are standing in the PCW Title Belt Room. They are currently standing in front of the PCW World Heavyweight Championship, which is held at this moment by Yoshiru Long.
Scumm: It's been a fucking slow and difficult week for me Triton, you know that. Anyways, here we have the PCW World Heavyweight Championship, held by Yoshiru Long. Obviously the man's a decent competitor. I'd like to face off with him in the Ring, show him how much pain I can bring him and what I can take away from him as well, like that Title of his. Then we have the PCW Platinum Championship, held by Michael Morrison. A man who I have crossed paths with before. He was a decent opponent, no doubt about that one. Then there is the PCW Broadcast Championship, held by Danielle Lopez. A woman who I once was involved with, in wrestling terms that is. I remember when I came out during her match against Disturbed, got a one-up on him and helped her to win the Match. Good times indeed. Oh, look at this one here, what's this? The PCW Brawl Championship, held by Dr. Bozo. I mean Gonzo, sorry. Then again, I say this, but come Slamathon, it'll be my name engraved in that Belt, not his. Who really thinks that this Clown is going to successfully defend a Title? Well, not me, that's for sure. Look, we all know he was given the Title after losing a match and has never defended it. Anyone in their right mind would automatically know that I'm bound to win.
Scumm picks up the Belt and puts it around his Waist.
Triton: That suits you Johnny. Luckily, you've only got a few days until it's yours now.
Scumm: Believe me when I say Triton, it feels good. It's like an Orgasm just wearing it. Makes me feel good so when I win it, I can have an Orgasm day in, day out. Triton, come with me, we're going back to our little "Home"
Scumm and Triton leave the Belt Room and begin walking through the Parking Lot. A man, who must be a fan of Scumm, approaches him and asks for an Autograph. Scumm sticks up his middle finger and waves it in the mans face, followed by walking away with his cocky stride. The man, (who is now very pissed off), runs up towards Scumm and jumps on his back, attempting to attack him from behind. Scumm manages to throw him over his shoulders and land him on the Concrete, with the man clutching his back and shouting in pain. Scumm is mad as hell and shouts at Triton to pick him up off the Floor. Scumm runs towards him, jumps up and.. FACEBREAKER! He hits the man with his finishing move and leaves him, helpless on the Floor. He's busted open just above his Eyebrow and Scumm walks away, letting him bathe in his own blood. Triton pats him on the back, with Scumm letting out a grin. The two men carry on walking away, back to their usual Promo spot.
Scumm: Why am I the one who always gets approached by the fucking psychos? The worst part for them is, I'M the Psycho. Not them. Surely by now, after they've seen how destructive I can be, they'd have learnt that. Anyone who tries to get one over on me always ends up failing. Just look at all my Opponents, or these two stupid pieces of shit that tried to get one up on me.
Triton approaches the Camera, getting a close-up of his face.
Triton: It's true you know. Johnny Scumm IS the psycho and no-one can cross him and get away with it. Disturbed is the one man who knows that. He's still lying in the Hospital, attempting to recover. As long as it takes him, he'll never be the same man again. He probably won't even be a man anymore, after what we done to him.
Once Triton finishes talking, the Cameraman asks Scumm a question.
Cameraman: So, Johnny, you lost your Match last week, how do you think that you can come back from that and win the Brawl Championship at Slamathon?
Scumm: Don't fucking bring that fucking match up again. I'll let you in on the truth, Mr. "Cameraman". I was too focused on my upcoming match with the Clown to be focused on that Triple Threat. Look, so I took a loss, right? What makes you think that I won't take a HUGE win this week at Slamathon against a man who couldn't hold a Title if he had 4 Hands? Actually, being a Clown, he probably has an extra 2 Hands stacked away somewhere. Well, I took a stupid, stupid loss last week, that was my own fault, I'll admit that. And I beat myself up over it, take a look.
Scumm lifts up his shirt and turns around, his back facing the Camera. There are what seem to be whip marks on his back.
Scumm: See, I gave myself some good lashings as a personal punishment?
Cameraman: Fuck, that's fucking crazy. You're fucking unsafe, even I shouldn't be around you.
Scumm: Yeah, but you see, this is how I take my losses. But this Saturday, I won't need to. I would like everybody to be watching my Match at Slamathon. It should be fucking amazing, from my point of view. Come out, fight a Match, make sure I break the bones of that pathetic clown, Dr. Gonzo. Is he even a Doctor? Or is he a Clown? I wish things about this guy were more obvious. I feel like I'm dealing with the World Worst Schizophrenic here. Which personality will I be fighting on Saturday? No-one knows! The Clown would be a fucking hilarious for me and for everyone watching, you know that much. But I need some kind of Celebration. I mean, I'm going to be winning my 1st Singles Title at Slamathon. I do have a very good idea. What better way to celebrate than by decorating the Title?
The Cameraman is silent and Triton looks dumb-founded at best. They don't understand what Scumm means.
Scumm: I don't mean dressing it up in fucking flowers or painting it. What I'll do, is after I get a 1-2-3 on Gonzo, I'll take a little blade and cut open my Forehead, then I'll lather the Belt in my own Blood. That way, I will truly be a part of the Brawl Championship and the Brawl Championship will be a part of me.
Triton: Good idea Johnny. Sounds good to me. That way, we know that the Brawl Championship is yours and yours only.
Scumm: Fuck yes, this is all working out to be something very, very nice indeed in my eyes Triton.
Cameraman: How do you feel about your 1st Week of Rapture after Slamathon has already been planned out for you Johnny? You have a scheduled match against Talia Skye, who was very pissed off when you doubted Women's Wrestling.
Scumm: When I first spoke about Women's Wrestling, that little slag obviously misunderstood what I meant. I mean, come on, I helped out Danielle Lopez for fuck sake. I don't doubt Women's Wrestling at all, although I do know Lopez could beat your arse down any day and I'd gladly watch it. You really piss me off Skye and come Rapture, I'll show you what it really means to be a Wrestler, but enough about her, I'm focused on my Match against Dr Gonzo and that's all I want to be focused on right now.
Cameraman: Do you think you have the advantage in this match, or do you think that the fact this is a Normal Match will take away from your psychotic actions and hardcore nature?
Scumm: Funnily enough, I was going to get round to that, but I'll talk about that now. If the Clown's alright with it and the GM agrees, I would like to change this Match. I would like to make it No Holds Barred, where anything will and can go. Then again, that Clown would probably get afraid and wimp out of it. I can almost guarantee this match will stay the same for Slamathon, but that's no problem for me. I can adapt and I'm still going to win this one.
Cameraman: Well if you say you can, then I guess anything's possible.
Scumm: Of course anything's fucking possible and I'm going to win, hands down. Look, I've spent way too much time talking to you about something that could've taken 5 seconds with me saying "I know I'm going to win" and walking off, but I didn't. I actually took some time over explaining to you exactly how I'm going to win and what I'm going to do with it. Ok? Do you understand? Come on Triton, let's leave this lowlife to steam over everything that's just happened, he needs a cool down. Me, I've got a match to fight soon and believe me when I say, YOUR NEW BRAWL CHAMPION IS!
He looks right at the Camera and points to himself.
Scumm: Johnny. Scumm.
Scumm and Triton begin to walk off down the Corridor as the Camera then fades to Black.
Scumm: It's been a fucking slow and difficult week for me Triton, you know that. Anyways, here we have the PCW World Heavyweight Championship, held by Yoshiru Long. Obviously the man's a decent competitor. I'd like to face off with him in the Ring, show him how much pain I can bring him and what I can take away from him as well, like that Title of his. Then we have the PCW Platinum Championship, held by Michael Morrison. A man who I have crossed paths with before. He was a decent opponent, no doubt about that one. Then there is the PCW Broadcast Championship, held by Danielle Lopez. A woman who I once was involved with, in wrestling terms that is. I remember when I came out during her match against Disturbed, got a one-up on him and helped her to win the Match. Good times indeed. Oh, look at this one here, what's this? The PCW Brawl Championship, held by Dr. Bozo. I mean Gonzo, sorry. Then again, I say this, but come Slamathon, it'll be my name engraved in that Belt, not his. Who really thinks that this Clown is going to successfully defend a Title? Well, not me, that's for sure. Look, we all know he was given the Title after losing a match and has never defended it. Anyone in their right mind would automatically know that I'm bound to win.
Scumm picks up the Belt and puts it around his Waist.
Triton: That suits you Johnny. Luckily, you've only got a few days until it's yours now.
Scumm: Believe me when I say Triton, it feels good. It's like an Orgasm just wearing it. Makes me feel good so when I win it, I can have an Orgasm day in, day out. Triton, come with me, we're going back to our little "Home"
Scumm and Triton leave the Belt Room and begin walking through the Parking Lot. A man, who must be a fan of Scumm, approaches him and asks for an Autograph. Scumm sticks up his middle finger and waves it in the mans face, followed by walking away with his cocky stride. The man, (who is now very pissed off), runs up towards Scumm and jumps on his back, attempting to attack him from behind. Scumm manages to throw him over his shoulders and land him on the Concrete, with the man clutching his back and shouting in pain. Scumm is mad as hell and shouts at Triton to pick him up off the Floor. Scumm runs towards him, jumps up and.. FACEBREAKER! He hits the man with his finishing move and leaves him, helpless on the Floor. He's busted open just above his Eyebrow and Scumm walks away, letting him bathe in his own blood. Triton pats him on the back, with Scumm letting out a grin. The two men carry on walking away, back to their usual Promo spot.
Scumm: Why am I the one who always gets approached by the fucking psychos? The worst part for them is, I'M the Psycho. Not them. Surely by now, after they've seen how destructive I can be, they'd have learnt that. Anyone who tries to get one over on me always ends up failing. Just look at all my Opponents, or these two stupid pieces of shit that tried to get one up on me.
Triton approaches the Camera, getting a close-up of his face.
Triton: It's true you know. Johnny Scumm IS the psycho and no-one can cross him and get away with it. Disturbed is the one man who knows that. He's still lying in the Hospital, attempting to recover. As long as it takes him, he'll never be the same man again. He probably won't even be a man anymore, after what we done to him.
Once Triton finishes talking, the Cameraman asks Scumm a question.
Cameraman: So, Johnny, you lost your Match last week, how do you think that you can come back from that and win the Brawl Championship at Slamathon?
Scumm: Don't fucking bring that fucking match up again. I'll let you in on the truth, Mr. "Cameraman". I was too focused on my upcoming match with the Clown to be focused on that Triple Threat. Look, so I took a loss, right? What makes you think that I won't take a HUGE win this week at Slamathon against a man who couldn't hold a Title if he had 4 Hands? Actually, being a Clown, he probably has an extra 2 Hands stacked away somewhere. Well, I took a stupid, stupid loss last week, that was my own fault, I'll admit that. And I beat myself up over it, take a look.
Scumm lifts up his shirt and turns around, his back facing the Camera. There are what seem to be whip marks on his back.
Scumm: See, I gave myself some good lashings as a personal punishment?
Cameraman: Fuck, that's fucking crazy. You're fucking unsafe, even I shouldn't be around you.
Scumm: Yeah, but you see, this is how I take my losses. But this Saturday, I won't need to. I would like everybody to be watching my Match at Slamathon. It should be fucking amazing, from my point of view. Come out, fight a Match, make sure I break the bones of that pathetic clown, Dr. Gonzo. Is he even a Doctor? Or is he a Clown? I wish things about this guy were more obvious. I feel like I'm dealing with the World Worst Schizophrenic here. Which personality will I be fighting on Saturday? No-one knows! The Clown would be a fucking hilarious for me and for everyone watching, you know that much. But I need some kind of Celebration. I mean, I'm going to be winning my 1st Singles Title at Slamathon. I do have a very good idea. What better way to celebrate than by decorating the Title?
The Cameraman is silent and Triton looks dumb-founded at best. They don't understand what Scumm means.
Scumm: I don't mean dressing it up in fucking flowers or painting it. What I'll do, is after I get a 1-2-3 on Gonzo, I'll take a little blade and cut open my Forehead, then I'll lather the Belt in my own Blood. That way, I will truly be a part of the Brawl Championship and the Brawl Championship will be a part of me.
Triton: Good idea Johnny. Sounds good to me. That way, we know that the Brawl Championship is yours and yours only.
Scumm: Fuck yes, this is all working out to be something very, very nice indeed in my eyes Triton.
Cameraman: How do you feel about your 1st Week of Rapture after Slamathon has already been planned out for you Johnny? You have a scheduled match against Talia Skye, who was very pissed off when you doubted Women's Wrestling.
Scumm: When I first spoke about Women's Wrestling, that little slag obviously misunderstood what I meant. I mean, come on, I helped out Danielle Lopez for fuck sake. I don't doubt Women's Wrestling at all, although I do know Lopez could beat your arse down any day and I'd gladly watch it. You really piss me off Skye and come Rapture, I'll show you what it really means to be a Wrestler, but enough about her, I'm focused on my Match against Dr Gonzo and that's all I want to be focused on right now.
Cameraman: Do you think you have the advantage in this match, or do you think that the fact this is a Normal Match will take away from your psychotic actions and hardcore nature?
Scumm: Funnily enough, I was going to get round to that, but I'll talk about that now. If the Clown's alright with it and the GM agrees, I would like to change this Match. I would like to make it No Holds Barred, where anything will and can go. Then again, that Clown would probably get afraid and wimp out of it. I can almost guarantee this match will stay the same for Slamathon, but that's no problem for me. I can adapt and I'm still going to win this one.
Cameraman: Well if you say you can, then I guess anything's possible.
Scumm: Of course anything's fucking possible and I'm going to win, hands down. Look, I've spent way too much time talking to you about something that could've taken 5 seconds with me saying "I know I'm going to win" and walking off, but I didn't. I actually took some time over explaining to you exactly how I'm going to win and what I'm going to do with it. Ok? Do you understand? Come on Triton, let's leave this lowlife to steam over everything that's just happened, he needs a cool down. Me, I've got a match to fight soon and believe me when I say, YOUR NEW BRAWL CHAMPION IS!
He looks right at the Camera and points to himself.
Scumm: Johnny. Scumm.
Scumm and Triton begin to walk off down the Corridor as the Camera then fades to Black.
